January 2012
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5:32am, Saturday, January 14th
There’s something stunning about early morning, before the sun rises and the frost on the grass has had time to evaporate. It’s quiet except for the wind. Even the nocturnals seem to be in a warm spot, refusing disturbance. Yet, through the stillness and bitter cold that cuts through the body immediately, it is this time of day that I miss, that makes me feel so alive.
I should...